How stupidly emotional can a person be?
Year after year
wasting ink on a long gone tragedy?
Inner self smirks at the broken piece
of the long gone mysteries,
Unsolved, Unanswered, Still.
What if I'd had forgiven,
And and stood up with will.
What if I'd had refused to weep
And tried to find truth instead.
Alas! It's too late,
For time has got everything dusted,
To the times once spent merrily,
I write this ode of memories.